The Blind Mate's Secret: Awakening The True White Wolf

Thor

ea of agony, my body a vessel of pure, shattering pain. It felt like every bone

the one that had stolen my sight and my wolf three years ago. The pain was a familiar monster, but tonight it was hungr

e very marrow of my splintering bones. A low, feral g

up,

ped open. An

athtaking sharpness. I could see the individual threads in my linen sheets, the delicate dance of dust motes in the s

r's purr laced with venom. *Our ma

Fated Mate. The man who had promised to care for me in my darkness. The voice

me like a leash. My feet, bare against the cold floorboards, made no sound. The power thrumming through my

d been dreading-the soft, suppressed gasps, the rustle of sheet

ting bond with my blind sister?" Ly

of my naive heart. "As soon as her trust fund matures. Once I have the titl

ute, it felt like a physical blow. My wolf, my fierce,

open, my body instantly reverting to its old, practiced helplessness. I let my hand trail

s a mask of shock that quickly curdled in

reak?" Lyra shrieked, clutching

profound irritation. He didn't even have the dece

rt of the wounded, confused girl they

so potent it made the air crackle. It smelled of ancient forests and the first snow of winter

t of wind, and a tall, dark figure vau

the pathetic scene on the bed before landin

thin with a fear he was trying to hide. "A Rogue

ntirely on me. His voice was a low, resonant ba

n my mind. *Not him!

ling finger at me. "She's cheating on you, Zane!

nd Lyra's lungs. It was an ancient, terrifying authority, a power so absolute it made my own newly awakened Alpha bloodline feel l

t, cold, and utterly final.

mbled out of the bed, grabbing their clothes and prac

I kept my face a blank mask of confusion, my head tilted a

just a foot away, his powerful presence a tangible heat against my ski

his gaze, my own eyes deliberately unfocused,

voice a fragile whisper. "W